Now love's a broken record that's been skipping in my head,
I keep singing yesterday - why we have to play these games we play
I ain't tripping, I'm just missing you. You know what I'm saying, you know what I mean. Every now and then when I'm all alone, I'd be wishing that you would call me on the telephone. Say you want me back but you never do. I feel like such a fool, there's nothing I can do. I'm such a fool for you.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
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